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It was at this moment that Colonel Monk, happening to come round the corner of the house, walking on the grass, and followed by Mr. Porson, saw a sight which interested him. With one hand he pointed it out to Porson, at the same moment motioning him to silence with the other. Then, taking his brother-in-law by the arm, he dragged him back round the corner of the house.
"He says his name is Bill Swinton, sir." "Oh! I know," the master said; "show him in." Bill was ushered in. "Sit down, Bill," Mr. Porson said; "I have heard of you as a friend of Sankey's. I suppose you have come to speak to me about this terrible business?" "Ay," Bill said, "that oi be, sir, seeing as how Ned always spake of you as a true friend, and loiked you hearty.
If he is of those who talk about "this age of shams," "this age without ideals," "this hysterical age," and this heaven-knows-what-age Then that man, though he reads undisputed classics for twenty hours a day, though he has a memory of steel, though he rivals Porson in scholarship and Sainte Beuve in judgment, is not receiving from literature what literature has to give.
Mather, who felt much aggrieved at the master's presence, said he should prefer quoits; and Williamson, who always followed his lead, agreed to play with him. "Now," Mr. Porson said, "do you, Ripon, choose an eleven. I will take the ten next best. The little ones who are over can play at trap bat, or bowls, as they like." There was a general approval of the plan.
I've had a year of it, and it's put the fear of God into me. You needn't worry. I'm quite ready to quit your pay. But I'm going on with this thing, sure. You see, I owe him quite a piece for myself now. I've been through the hell he intended me to go through when he sent me along up to be held prisoner by that skunk, Ole Porson. I'm going to pay him for that good. I don't want your pay now.
"And so shall I, Ned, my patients must get on without me for a day or two," the doctor said. "Mr. Wakefield is waiting to see you. He has something to tell you which may help to cheer you. He says it is of no legal value, but it seems to me important." As soon as Mr. Porson and the doctor had left him Mr. Wakefield appeared. "Well, Sankey, I hope you are not downcast at the magistrates' decision.
A quarter of an hour later the door opened, and a man wearing the scarf which showed him to be an officer of the municipality entered, followed by two men with the cockade of the Republic in their hats. "This is citizen Porson and citoyenne Martin, his sister," the landlord, who accompanied the party, said. The functionary walked up to the table and said gruffly, "Your papers, citizen."
"Very little," said Mr. Watkins; "just a snack here and there." "Academy?" "In course. And at the Crystal Palace." "Did they hang you well?" said Porson. "Don't rot," said Mr. Watkins; "I don't like it." "I mean did they put you in a good place?" "Whatyer mean?" said Mr. Watkins suspiciously. "One 'ud think you were trying to make out I'd been put away."
The boys and there were some who imagined that under this new method of teaching they could be idle, very soon found out their mistake, and discovered that in his way Mr. Porson was just as strict as his predecessor. He never lost his temper; but his cold displeasure was harder to bear than Mr. Hathorn's wrath; nor were punishments wanting.
An' they're mostly strangers, an' the boys mostly sit around with their faces open like fool men listenin' to fairy tales. How's the cut goin'?" Porson laughed. There was no light in his hard eyes. "At a gait you couldn't change with a trail whip." The other nodded. "That's how 'nigger' Pilling said. He guessed the cut was down by fifty. What is it? A buck? Wages?"
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